"God- Negan-" Carl pauses to gasp a breath, using as much effort as he can with one arm to shove Negan back. "Stop- God, you're fucking gross."
Negan growls in the space between Carl's bicep and the side of his ribs, the reverberation makes Carl shiver and almost laugh. "Call me gross again-" Negan muffles into that space and Carl has to shove the back of his skull into the tree, using the painful sensation of the bark digging into his skin as a distraction from giggling. "Call me gross again and I'll spill in my pants before you get the chance to get bent over."
"Oh, before I get the chance?" Carl retorts, staring Negan dead in the eye as he pulls back from his arm and lets it drop. Carl doesn't appreciate the wet glide created from the saliva and sweat mixed into the pit.
Negan rolls his eyes, and promptly drops to his knees with a groan - clasping his hands at Carl's hips and shoving him harder against the bark of the pine tree. Carl likes this better. He drops a hand to Negan's head and pulls affectionately at the salt-and-pepper hair, catching his eyes when Negan flits them up to stare at Carl while he grinds his cheek into Carl's hard-on.
"Fuck, you're really into this," Carl whispers, it's more to himself than Negan.
The man looks downright desperate for it as he digs his fingers into the space between Carl's skin and belt, sliding them down the space of his small waist until Negan's thumbs find the buckle to pry open along with the fly.
He doesn't bother pulling Carl's jeans down, just shoves them open enough to get his face in there - quick about it, like he's trying not to let the open air soil the thick heady air previously trapped in Carl's bottoms.
Negan mouths- he's always mouthy no matter the situation. But his mouth isn't the focus, just as Carl's pleasure. No, instead, Carl can feel the suction his nostrils create against his briefs as Negan inhales desperately searching for more and more of that gross smell and sweat created from the sun.
